One thing I avoided was working a process with one exercise from 21 Secrets. For the past week, I've read and read again the prompts. The videos were watched at least once. The spread in an ongoing altered book had been prepped and waiting to proceed. It's the writing that needs doing ~ writing between two opposite aspects of Self. Writing what they might have to say to me or each other. All of which sounds pretty psychotic and schizophrenic until one does the art. Then those Voices In the Head hold beauty and viscera, laughter and tears, vulnerability and power. How much of ourselves do we ignore on a daily basis? How often do we forget the simple Art of Embodiment? Is anyone, ever, Home? Lights left on don't count.
And so . . . bare feet on a cool floor ground me as I get ready to write out those Voices tomorrow. No free rides this time, baby.
|Journal pages at night . . .|
|Prepped pages in an altered book.|